Jeanie a friend from Gilda’s Club called and said to visit because her cancer had gone to her brain and they gave her 3 months to live. After falling asleep time after time I finally left and it was far, far, far. After I arrived she took her pill and fell asleep but she asked me to stay and sleep on THE CHAIR. IT HURT MY BACK SO I TURNED IT UPSIDE DOWN AND THE NURSE, saw

NO, No, she cried. So I went to this room with a couch, A nurse gave me a pillow and sheet. And when I entered there they were one white skinhead and a timider black man.They walked on my heels and I had a hard time keeping up, very winded, and then chest pains.No harm to them I was the trespasser the invader.They didn’t stop until I was off the property. Of course, it was a large parking lot.

This morning I called the patient advocate. I think I’ll call her back. It must be all the poisons in the BMO food, Turns men into killer dogs, No treats for this boy.

Hi, Somehow I thought, I think I could do this, give a lecture and show my artwork which shows the local musicians I have seen in Toronto. I sit and sketch the band, the vocalist, and then go home and paint them with watercolor. Afterwards,

The Queen of Jazz and The King of Flutes. for sale original watercolor,100$

I show the musicians and they autograph the picture, authenticity. so I could display 15 pictures and give a talk. I feel this is my way of honoring the musicians and giving them some thanks for their years of practice and working at their craft.

After my second lung cancer operation, I was left with only 30% of my lungs and I decided if I was to be a singer I’d better do it fast.

I saw Alberta Hunter in New York when I was a kid, before my art career and if Alberta could do it 72 I still had some time.

I had a show in December at the Library and used these pieces so they are framed. I’m sure you ‘ll think this is quite original and entertaining.

“Good friends pass away,like days do.” said the Dalai Lama. But my friend will take a lot of days.

This is the last time I will see my hospice volunteer. When I got the news last week I cried and cried because I valued our friendship, this man so much. I don’t know what I assumed, that he would be here until the end of my days whenever that was. I couldn’t imagine calling EMS cuz I thought this was the time, and having my hand held by some of the nurses I had met at the hospital.NG

The first time I met him I was amazed because he came from so far away and I admired the Tibetan people, monk’s life, who knows. Then he showed me a movie made in Tibet, which glorified his people and country and yes, even the yaks. The man in the movie had the same name as his. We talked about Buddhism and the books he was reading. He loved to read and was always trying to better himself. I admired the way he thought about things. And he told me stories about this Jewish lady he worked with and how he tried to help her thinking, He is a good Buddhist.

Every week he washed my floor and took out the garbage. That helped me a lot especially on days when I had no more strength than to sit on the bed and watch him. Twice he walked across the street and bought me almond milk

He was a truly happy person and would tell me happiness came from within and if you couldn’t do something about something then just accept it and move on. This is when I would get sad about my cancer. Sometimes I sat and cried, just because…

My hospice volunteer visited with me every Sunday for 15 months. Now he is gone to see his aunt and i am very grateful to have known him.

Tsering said he signed for a years commitment, and hospice would likely never see a relationship such as ours. He came for almost 15 months, missing only once. He said it was because of me. I never would have thought of that. I thought it was more like he felt a duty taking care of his grandmother.

But he said it was because he liked me and learned a lot from me. For him to say this was a supreme compliment and I will never doubt myself again.
I asked him if wanted a picture but he said he only had Tibetan pictures at his home.

It was a true gift to meet this man. He was funny, sincere, on and on. I never knew a man such as he existed.Filled with compassion, And he taught me it seemed so natural. Listen the Buddhists are trained all their lives to live like this, Karma rules, But the compassion that is produced. what can I say.

I started again working on my one woman play with three beginnings,so even the late comers can come in at one of three designated times. Compassion hits home.

Funny I really drew him, like he was; he had small hairlip.But he was so handsome. I’ll always remember him and then tears fill my eyes, with love and compassion.

A new gallery to show pictures that are for sale to pay this month’s rent as you can read next post to find out why. Please make me an offer , start with 50$, thanks barb,all originals, 11×14″ mixed media more pictures for sale, browse through and leave me a note. than you barb

self portrait as a Tight Wire Walker

A new gallery to show pictures that are for sale to pay this month’s rent as you can read next post to find out why. Please make me an offer , start with 50$, thanks barb,all originals, 11×14″ mixed media more pictures for sale, browse through and leave me a note. than you barb

Without any warning, and at the last minute- they cut off my Gaines Supplement. they had to know earlier and why didn’t they warn me. But it’s a drop in the bucket, 255$ That’s 5 pictures at 50$ or 10 at 25. Only one has been sold in about 10 years, I mean minutes. They’re clamouring, My phone is ringing and I’m hallucinating. I can do this.

wait this could be like a Rent Party.

yes it will be a Rentery Auction Sale and I will continue to have a place to live.

noble thought Miss Babs.

I owed one month rent and here we go again. They add on costs, I.e. Bounced check fee, which adds up. The robotized calculator just continues thinking , do it again, something is not calculating. It too has a tumour and goes for a scan Monday. Cancer runs in the family.